Song | Circle of Witches |
Artist | Grave Digger |
Album | Heart of Darkness |
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作曲 : Boltendahl, Grave Digger ... | |
The foul smell of evil hangs over the moores | |
Where in a lonely hut witches dwell. | |
Repelling creatures ageless feared and fitted | |
With powers from the depths of hell. | |
Once a noble man a baron brother of the king himself | |
Visited the witches on a daark dark night. | |
He asked assist to gain the throne | |
He sold his soul to win a fight. | |
The days getting short and nights getting colder winter has come, the sun is too weak | |
The forcees of night are now growing stronger | |
Searching for souuls for men blind with greed | |
Three witchees stand in a circle of evil | |
Tongues speaking words old and unknown | |
Call for a demon to serve in their daark spell | |
Fulfill what they owe to get what men own | |
I'll be king, | |
I want the power, | |
I will change my fate | |
Magic's on my side foreveer, so the witches say | |
Time is right to gane the throne, | |
I'll take my brother down | |
I'll be king to rule the land, yes | |
I'll take the crown [Chorus:] | |
I've lost my soul | |
I've lost control | |
To the circle of witches | |
My life is black | |
There's no way back | |
From the circle of witches circle of witches circle of witches circle of witches - never again | |
Lie in wait, prepared to fight, soon the king must come | |
Allied with the darkest powers, murder will be done | |
Loyal soldiers, stand for battle, bliinded are their eyes | |
Witchcraft takes away their sight, as we take their lives | |
I look at myself, a mirror of darkness | |
My mind it is drowned, a dark flood of hate | |
I owe too much to the powerrs of evil | |
I know I'm damned, sealed is my fate | |
For the gloom og gold and glory, | |
I have sold my soul | |
Blackened aree the sunny days, the dark side takes control | |
Hell awaits as nightmares haunt me, demons in my head | |
Satan waits with patient joy, he'll greet me when | |
I'm dead. |
zuo qu : Boltendahl, Grave Digger ... | |
The foul smell of evil hangs over the moores | |
Where in a lonely hut witches dwell. | |
Repelling creatures ageless feared and fitted | |
With powers from the depths of hell. | |
Once a noble man a baron brother of the king himself | |
Visited the witches on a daark dark night. | |
He asked assist to gain the throne | |
He sold his soul to win a fight. | |
The days getting short and nights getting colder winter has come, the sun is too weak | |
The forcees of night are now growing stronger | |
Searching for souuls for men blind with greed | |
Three witchees stand in a circle of evil | |
Tongues speaking words old and unknown | |
Call for a demon to serve in their daark spell | |
Fulfill what they owe to get what men own | |
I' ll be king, | |
I want the power, | |
I will change my fate | |
Magic' s on my side foreveer, so the witches say | |
Time is right to gane the throne, | |
I' ll take my brother down | |
I' ll be king to rule the land, yes | |
I' ll take the crown Chorus: | |
I' ve lost my soul | |
I' ve lost control | |
To the circle of witches | |
My life is black | |
There' s no way back | |
From the circle of witches circle of witches circle of witches circle of witches never again | |
Lie in wait, prepared to fight, soon the king must come | |
Allied with the darkest powers, murder will be done | |
Loyal soldiers, stand for battle, bliinded are their eyes | |
Witchcraft takes away their sight, as we take their lives | |
I look at myself, a mirror of darkness | |
My mind it is drowned, a dark flood of hate | |
I owe too much to the powerrs of evil | |
I know I' m damned, sealed is my fate | |
For the gloom og gold and glory, | |
I have sold my soul | |
Blackened aree the sunny days, the dark side takes control | |
Hell awaits as nightmares haunt me, demons in my head | |
Satan waits with patient joy, he' ll greet me when | |
I' m dead. |
zuò qǔ : Boltendahl, Grave Digger ... | |
The foul smell of evil hangs over the moores | |
Where in a lonely hut witches dwell. | |
Repelling creatures ageless feared and fitted | |
With powers from the depths of hell. | |
Once a noble man a baron brother of the king himself | |
Visited the witches on a daark dark night. | |
He asked assist to gain the throne | |
He sold his soul to win a fight. | |
The days getting short and nights getting colder winter has come, the sun is too weak | |
The forcees of night are now growing stronger | |
Searching for souuls for men blind with greed | |
Three witchees stand in a circle of evil | |
Tongues speaking words old and unknown | |
Call for a demon to serve in their daark spell | |
Fulfill what they owe to get what men own | |
I' ll be king, | |
I want the power, | |
I will change my fate | |
Magic' s on my side foreveer, so the witches say | |
Time is right to gane the throne, | |
I' ll take my brother down | |
I' ll be king to rule the land, yes | |
I' ll take the crown Chorus: | |
I' ve lost my soul | |
I' ve lost control | |
To the circle of witches | |
My life is black | |
There' s no way back | |
From the circle of witches circle of witches circle of witches circle of witches never again | |
Lie in wait, prepared to fight, soon the king must come | |
Allied with the darkest powers, murder will be done | |
Loyal soldiers, stand for battle, bliinded are their eyes | |
Witchcraft takes away their sight, as we take their lives | |
I look at myself, a mirror of darkness | |
My mind it is drowned, a dark flood of hate | |
I owe too much to the powerrs of evil | |
I know I' m damned, sealed is my fate | |
For the gloom og gold and glory, | |
I have sold my soul | |
Blackened aree the sunny days, the dark side takes control | |
Hell awaits as nightmares haunt me, demons in my head | |
Satan waits with patient joy, he' ll greet me when | |
I' m dead. |